Welcome to the figurative world of poetry where nothing is 'real,' but everything matters.
War, hatred, and violence all spring from one infernal idea: that one person, race, creed, or culture is better than another.
Dead people are easy to love. It's the living ones who are hard.
Expect nothing and accept everything and you will never be disappointed.
Orwell couldn't see that Big Brother would not be The State, but The Corporation.
Real life is never quite as interesting as the story told afterward.